Author Archives: Adnan shafi

About Adnan shafi

Young Adnan Shafi, (23) was born and brought up in a middle class educated Bhat family, which belongs to Chandrigam in Tral area of Kashmir valley. He is a poet, writer, columnist, translator, short story writer, reviewer, blogger , motivational speaker, ghazal-writer and an editor His poetry book "TEARS FALL IN MY HEART' depicts sorrows and vicissitudes of life. There are various hues in his poems ranging from love to loneliness and despair. Besides, his poetry is replete with the simplicity of thought and language. Some of the poems are autobiographical in nature which relate to his own life’s vows. Some of his poems have been highlighted by different MAGAZINES, JOGMAG, DUANESPOETREE , PETRICHOR magazine, FUNDZA LITERARY TRUST ,SPILLWORD, ONLINE CONTEMPORARY POETRY, FAMILY FRIEND POETRY, UGC approved JOURNAL, WRITERS CAFE, YOALFAAZ, POEM HUNTER, YOUR STORY CLUB, THIENS.IN, FAST KASHMIR, TIMES OF KASHMIR JOURNALIST WEBSITES, HELLO POETRY, and more platforms on the INTERNET He contributes his articles/opinions for different news organizations in Kashmir LIKE BRIGHTER KASHMIR, KASHMIR VISION, RISING KASHMIR, KASHMIR AGE, READER KASHMIR, FAJR, KASMIR PEN, KASHMIR THUNDER, DAILY KASHMIR AGE.

Last Sunset

 The poem is based on an 87-year-old CoVID-19 patient who wished to see the last sunset of Wuhan.

An 87-year-old man
with ample virtue
and warmth;
Spending his life
In a far-flung city of
China, to wit, Wuhan.

Now, known as,
dreary city of China,
So vast a fiasco,
the coronavirus bout
pruned the wings of
hope.

One rugged riot and with
shock of it,
With guarding face masks,
they coated their faces,
They, walking down
the sick lanes of City
Wuhan,

Nagging around nature,
Reckoning around tragedy
Remarking all bodies perishing;
For works, all halted
All tales more sweetly
got scorched.

The face of nature
With no more mercy,
All withered alike, but
a grim tone lies in the
same rosy muse,

Here the same
local resident old man
got infected;
Family bothering,
Relatives worrying,
Friends moving
toward,

However, the virus
nuzzled him barely
from some incognito
spot ;

Yet the uncertainty buckled
them all;
The elderly man hospitalized
for almost a month,
Thereon his eyes with
a gleaming glow, and
salty tears when began to
flow,

He sighed and yearned
to regard his last wish
duly;
Reflected recent jewels
and endorsed the day
by beholding the most
gratifying sensation
of the Last sunset in the
city Wuhan,

And outside the
hospital, the colors
of riping
mellowed his each
part that then began
to live again on the
fresh hope.

Justice

Finally, she got
justice though late,
yet she got Justice
After a voluble bout,
She got justice,
Though late yet
She got justice
After her death
She got Justice,
A day of fortune
for her family,
Acquainting them
Justice for verity
Is unraveled;
Though late,
She got justice
Favorable for all
girls who undergo
and feud with those
heinous beasts
to the final seconds
Informing them,
Though late,
Yet you will all
get justice now…….

Coronavirus Scare

New-fangled beliefs of people
are virtually formidable or less
virtually formidable;
If the virus is the knock,
Why we don’t ratify
Something best.

The knock, we are unlikely of,
Our veins got grated with the
outburst off the wall:
Our hearts are beating fast,
Our homes are on the menace,
Our family has wildly been
unnerved a lot.

A wife raises a question to her
husband,

“Are we going to die directly”

A mother to her son,

“What is the threat they are
addressing?’

A grandmother to her grand-
-sons

” What is VABA(the plague)?”

So, wis, what are the excuses
to be put on

This virus, no end of, scanning
the host;
Giving three precarious signs

Runny nose,

Sore throat,

Shortness of
breath,

So great is that won against
the knock,
And left beyond all
scaring,
The very nation is
China,
Who fronted every snag
of pandemic.

No deterrent strutted around
them;
But with vigor in hearts for
adored ones.

We can seize our opportunities,
If we love praying to Allah,
Morally not for just
Kashmir, but for
the whole sphere.

Feminism

Women have something in them ;
Are they defiant, a man lets out “No ‘
They are thrifty; a man goes along with,
A delicacy in the taut veins;
reticence on the countenance ;
Who announces? a man
They don’t learn by ear,
They don’t utter,
They plainly cherish ;
Dreams seeping through
the forlorn veins, unsound and clear, conjuring up devotion and life solacing their every whiff of being,
They serve when they are asked for something,
They cooperate when they are asked
They never requite, when they are reprimanded ;

Their journey is terrible,
Their body languidly becomes tainted
in the defiled troughs, but they
never vex their inheritance ;
Their life is powerful,
Their dissertation is influential
Their love is unequivocal
Who responds? a man
Yet he hegemonizes the
Woman.

The woman, bearer of all
Pains, impediments, wretchedness.
Such is the woman,
She as a daughter cares for her father
She as a sister admires
the brother
She as a wife appreciates the husband
She as a mother loves all;
Extensive love through the transparent reflectors, murk chunks, insulated realities of life.

They do, what a man can’t do,
And a wave of grief,
she invariably holds deep in the remote cliffs of her heart ;

Hey man, spend a day like a
woman,
And brook when words like a stiletto perforate your heart so intensely,
and then don’t moan, stay soundless,
It is just a start,

And when your heart whisks
fast upon doing something erroneous,
then don’t screech, stay soundless,
It is just a start,

And when in the medial night
you’ll b asked to fetch a glass
of water, then don’t sob,
it is just a start,

And when, while giving birth to a baby, upon enduring the labor pain, don’t roar,
it is just a start.

Shall we?

And if a guest
Arrives

Shall we accost him?
Or
Shall we not,

After a year or two
If he comes with
a fair beam

Shall we adore him?
Or
Shall we not

Though we have
brought to end
all relationships,
Though we have
left everything
All through the two years-

What if we accost him,
What if we adore him,
What if we reconcile
with him again,

Shall we not do it,

Ah! Shall we do it,
Or
Eh! Shall we not

Enticing is it,
Enticing is it
To welcome him
in the tenebrosity
of wasteland
again.